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THE YOSEMITE 

A Spiritual Interpretation 
By HERBERT ATCHINSON JUMP 



DESIGNED AND ILLUSTRATED 

BY 

E. RUSSEL LORD-WOOD 




"I've stood in some mighty-moathed hollow 

That's plumb-fall of hush to the brim; 
I've watched the big, husky sun wallow 

In crimson and gold, and grow dim. 
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming. 

And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; 
And I've thought that I surely was dreaming. 

With the peace o' the world piled on top." 



THE PILGRIM PRESS 

BOSTON NEW YORK CHICAGO 



Copyright, 1916 
By Herbebt Atchinson Jump 






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THE PILGRIM PRESS 
BOSTON, MASS. 



JUL 25 1916 



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than whom no more refreshing 
camp-mate and no pluckier trail- 
companion ever accompanied an 
explorer into the uplands of the 
Cahfornia High Sierra. 



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El Capitan, photograph Frontispiece 

PAGE 

Yosemite Valley from Artist's 
Point a 

Vernal Falls 7 

Glacier Point 11 

North Dome and Half Dome . 15 

El Capitan 23 

Yosemite Falls 31 



The history of this Kttle book 
began with a summer Sunday 
evening talk to friends and nature 
lovers gathered round a crackling 
camp-fire in Camp Curry, Yosem- 
ite Valley. But its message has 
grown in the mind of the author 
as he has for four years snatched 
every possible opportunity to drive 
his automobile to the foothills of 
the Sierra, and then with blanket 
and mule and congenial com- 
panion has plunged into the silent 
canon and climbed toward the 
high, eternally snowy hinterland. 
Whether his prime love is for the 
Shasta region, or the Glen Alpine 
country back of Lake Tahoe, or 
the terrific Kings' River Caiion, 
or the mountain bastions sur- 



rounding the Tuolomne Meadows, 
or the more pastoral San Bernar- 
dino Range, or for the better 
known and altogether unsurpassed 
Yoseioite Valley itself, he cannot 
determine. But this conviction 
has slowly become certitude, that 
in all his journeyings in search of 
scenic beauty, whether to Alaska 
or Alberta, to Norway or Switzer- 
land or Northern Africa, he no- 
where has found congested in one 
comparatively small district as 
much variety, dramatic sublimity, 
and alluring picturesqueness as in 
the California Sierra. The ever- 
increasing stream of intelligent 
tourist travel toward these moun- 
tains, the far-sighted wisdom that 
is constructing automobile high- 
ways and government trails into 
the very heart of the amazing 
grandeur, and the slowly growing 
consciousness that the slogan *' see 
America first " is common sense 



as well as patriotism, — these are 
but symptoms of that new ap- 
preciation of CaHfornia which 
is spreading abroad over all the 
United States. 

H. A. J. 

Redlands, California 



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A Spiritual Interpretation 

Those who seek the Yosemite 
Valley seriously are bound to- 
gether in a freemasonry of senti- 
ment. They are all lovers — lovers 
of God's exquisitely beautiful 
world. Nature, speaking in one 
of her most dramatic and elo- 
quent moods, has summoned them 
thither. In this incomparable vale 
are to be found immensities and 
profundities, arrogant magnitudes 
and silent mightinesses, spectacles 
of time-defying power matched by 
vistas of thought-o'erwhelming 
space, the old earth-crust up- 
heaved into a climax of granite 
oratory, mountains marshalled in 
stupendous landscape rhetoric. So 
men bring their souls to the 



Yosemite to feed upon God's 
handiwork. It were the tragedy 
of tragedies if men should forget 
that the" handiwork is God's. 




The Valley from Artist'B Point 



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E is fortunate who has 
his first view of the 
Valley from Inspira- 
tion Point. In an 
instant the whole 
picture of pinnacle 
and cataract, dome 
and depth, is revealed 
to the eager sight. It is as when 
the caretaker in some cloister 
pulls aside the dusty curtain con- 
cealing the painting by an old 
master, and in a flash beauty is 
unveiled that dumbfounds the be- 
holder. The apt name given this 
viewpoint immediately justifies it- 
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self. But the wonder is that the 
*' inspiration " thus gloriously born 
does not fade away as the days 
elapse. 

When Ralph Waldo Emerson 
was leaving WiUiamstown, Massa- 
chusetts, after delivering a lecture 
before the students of Williams 
College, a few of the under- 
graduates accompanied him to 
the railroad station. While wait- 
ing for his train, he gazed appre- 
ciatively at the marvellous rim of 
hills, " Grey lock " and the other 
noble Berkshires, by which the 
horizon was bounded. " I should 
think, young gentlemen," he said, 
" that you would print the names 
of these mountains in your college 
catalogue along with the members 
of the faculty." 

A month in the Yosemite is a uni- 
versity course in spiritual emotion. 
One goes to school to these heights 
that girdle his soul. Lessons are 
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to be learned from Sentinel Peak 
and Half Dome, from Cloud's 
Rest and Yosemite Point, from 
Liberty Cap and El Capitan, from 
all the magic pageantry of vapor 
and solar glory, and from the ever- 
changing poetry of blossom, tree 
and star. 

But inspiration goes deeper than 
to make the heart feel that it is in 
school. It provokes the continu- 
ous consciousness that the place 
whereon we stand is holy ground. 
Here the appropriate mood is 
worship. It is John Muir's ex- 
quisite insight to the effect that 
the vale of the Yosemite looked at 
from its western end is archi- 
tecturally like a huge temple 
lighted from above. Ought it not 
to possess a cathedral-Hke value 
to the tourist who visits it? Do 
we not miss the best of the Yosem- 
ite experience unless it awakens 
the more august voices that 
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address the soul, and causes us 
to hear the reverberating syllables 
of eternity? 

The power of the Yosemite to 
upHft its sympathetic disciple may 
be taken for granted. It is in- 
dubitable. But not every dis- 
ciple tries to analyze the sources of 
the impression made upon him. 
Why is this peerless chasm so 
awe-compeUing? Where hes the 
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HE waterfalls are part 
of Yosemite's power. 
Would you learn the 
majesty of motion? 
Lean against the iron 
rail at the top of 
the Upper Yosemite 
Falls when it is flow- 
ing in its June flood; or better 
still, peer over the brink of rock 
above the lUilouette Falls. It 
seems as though you are close to 
the throbbing heart of some colos- 
sal engine. The Moors knew the 
esthetic charm of running water. 
Having crossed over from the 
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burning sands of Africa, they made 
Granada a paradise vocal every- 
where with the tinkle of sparkhng 
rivulets. But it is a more austere 
beauty that characterizes the mov- 
ing waters of the Yosemite. They 
speak not of fairies and dehcate 
maidens, but of giants, puissant 
gods and unconquerable goddesses. 
Deep calleth unto deep at the 
noise of their waterspouts. 

The trees also are elements in 
Yosemite's power. In them we 
read bold gospels of patience. 
When we were visiting one day the 
Mariposa Grove of Sequoias, which 
is really an annex to the Yosemite, 
a group of us were seated carelessly 
on a stump in front of the cabin. 
The man who knew remarked 
quietly, ** That tree stump on 
which you are sitting, gentlemen, 
is sixteen hundred years old." I 
jumped as though I had been 
detected in the crime of desecrating 
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some monument. Who was I, an 
upstart of the newly-born century, 
to be sitting, actually sitting upon 
sixteen centuries of human history? 
Nowhere among living things is 
the waiting power of the Almighty 
proclaimed as eloquently as in this 
forest of century-old giants. 

Nor must we overlook the en- 
thusiasm of effort that seems to 
afflict the very atmosphere in the 
Yosemite, and that sends every 
mother's son of us off into adven- 
tures upon the trails. ** I never 
walked so far in all my life " — how 
often this confession is overheard 
round the camp fire at night. But 
we are all the better for it. The 
powers of our physical being 
stand revealed. We may suffer a 
bit from the popular Yosemite 
diseases — the '* Glacier limp," the 
" Yosemite kink," or " trail-itis," 
but a worthy pride of achievement 
abundantly conquers any muscu- 
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lar weariness. We are happy be- 
cause we really " did something " 
in the Valley, and we seek 
its precarious zigzags again next 
summer. 



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UT the waterfalls, the 
trees, the trails, are 
all minor members 
on the Yosemite fac- 
ulty of instruction. 
The most potent 
teachers and preach- 
are the vertical vastnesses, 
the omnipresent upstretching alti- 
tudes, the reaches toward the sky 
that tax the physique, defy the 
senses and all but stun the imagi- 
nation. Yosemite is a peerless 
assortment of heights. Its forty 
domes are incomparable. From 
the moment we enter the Valley 
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our necks are craned with upward 
gazing. The crests stir us with 
their sunrise beauty; they welcome 
the sunsets and hold them for our 
deUght. Yosemite, more than any 
other of the world's playgrounds, 
is a symphony in the perpendicular 
dimension. 

Universally, men have felt that 
the Creator wrote parables of 
moral truth into the universe when 
He created it, even as a skillful 
novehst weaves a purpose into his 
masterpiece of fiction. And al- 
ways the vertical dimension has 
suggested spiritual aspiration. The 
world's heights are a summons 
toward God and the things of God. 
They speak faith. Horizontal im- 
mensities tell a different tale. They 
are vocal of tolerance. They affect 
a man's ethics as the heights 
affect his rehgion. After a fort- 
night in the stupendous desert or 
on the water plains of the great 
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ocean, a man ought to treat his 
fellow men better. After a fort- 
night in such a place as the 
Yosemite, he ought to treat his 
God better. This is the main 
spiritual asset of the Valley — its 
heights, by which the soul can 
make easy ascents into the pres- 
ence of the Eternal. 



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ELIGION and high 
places have ever be- 
longed together. Je- 
hovah dwelt origi- 
nally on Mt. Sinai. 
Jerusalem could the 
more easily become a 
Zion because it was surrounded 
by hills. Jesus' main sermon was 
uttered on a mount. A cathedral 
is a convincing piece of architecture 
because its spires pierce the sky. 
Faith has ever traveled, like 
Jacob's angels, along lines of the 
up and down. Heaven is above; 
hell is below. The Tower of Babel 
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climbed; Dante descended into 
' ' The Inferno. ' ' Mountain heights 
grip the soul as though with hooks 
of steel. Beware, therefore, of the 
man who can be irreverent in the 
presence of mighty mountains. 
Guard against the woman who can 
be flippant as she faces a yawning 
chasm. 

If all heights help the soul to 
mount toward its better thoughts 
and nobler life, how rich is the 
equipment of the Yosemite ! With 
sheer El Capitan, with the loyal 
Sentinel, with the graceful Cathe- 
dral Spires, with the Three Broth- 
ers forever watching the Three 
Graces, with Washington Column 
insistently asking. Where is Lin- 
coln Column to match me.^^ — 
with Glacier and Yosemite Points 
like two racers stretching nip and 
tuck toward the zenith, with North 
Dome eternally looking over at 
Half Dome as though she were 
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proudly asking, Did you ever see a 
more glorious rock than that? — 
and above all, Cloud's Rest cease- 
lessly proving the correctness of 
her name — on every hand are the 
ladders of gray granite by which 
the nature lover can mount and 
become a God-worshipper. These 
heights, once seen, become the 
standard by which you judge all 
other heights. They not only fill 
your existence while you sojourn 
in the Valley, but long after you 
have returned to the workaday 
world, they will loom in your 
dreams, high, fine, pure, calm, 
strong, beckoning your soul eagerly 
to enter into loftier fellowship with 
the Eternal. And there is a two- 
fold exhortation which the pinna- 
cles of this nature's masterpiece 
make to the soul. 



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MAKE YOUR LIFE A MINIATURE 
YOSEMITE 

Let every man make of his life 
a miniature Yosemite by surround- 
ing each day's experience with 
high places. By whatever method 
the matchless domes of the Valley 
were carved out, whether by ice 
or water, at least we who now 
visit the Yosemite had nothing to 
do with their manufacture. We 
found them here, majestically and 
silently here, when we arrived. 
But we can assist in the creation 
of our soul's landscape. We have 
the power to build heights into our 
lives. From the natural charms of 
this peerless vale we can learn how 
to add spiritual charms to our 
inner being. 

In the experience of most per- 
sons life tends to be a plain. 
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perpetual portion. But out of 
this plain we should raise the high 
places that can inspire. We should 
add to the day's landscape moun- 
tain retreats where the soul can 
see God face to face. 

One such mountain retreat is the 
reading of a noble book. It was 
in the midst of his most turbulent 
days as governor of New York and 
champion of the people against the 
"interests," that Mr. Hughes con- 
fessed to the habit of turning each 
night, after the day's battles were 
over, to the pages of Epictetus. 
In the brave philosophy of that 
ancient worthy he found the wis- 
dom and the encouragement which 
his soul craved. And there is a 
book even more useful for this 
purpose than Epictetus. The 
Bible is a compendium of courages. 
It is a roll call of heroes. It is a 
dictionary of seership. It is an 
hall of fame for the pre-eminent 
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moralties. It is a trumpet call 
from the Infinite. It is food and 
drink and solace and rest and 
uplift for the needy sons of men. 
To it, as unto the hills, the soul 
should hft up its eyes for help. 
Another high place of the soul 
is the meditation-moment. Es- 
pecially here in the Yosemite must 
we guard our time and program 
lest we lose this supreme privilege 
of being solitary amid mighty 
things. It is poor mountaineering 
to go off alone on these trails, but 
it is good poetry and excellent 
religion. Many a visitor to the 
Valley never sees a sublime feature 
of this wonderland alone. Always 
there is a crowd along to distract 
with comment and chatter. John 
Muir was wiser. He used to tramp 
in the midnight moonht hours. 
The still, small voice has to be 
wooed in sohtude. If the mo- 
ments of rapturous meditation 
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become moments of prayer, so 
much the better. Perhaps the 
right use of the Yosemite privilege 
will enable you all the more easily 
to build mountain moments into 
the flat humdrum of your living 
after you return to your familiar 
place and task. 

But there is a better kind of 
high place than either the lofty 
book or the lofty moment. This 
is the lofty personahty. Every 
life should be dominated by an 
incarnate ideal. No matter who 
you are or where you live, you can 
hold deep inner communion with 
some supreme personality. From 
this noble and ennobling object of 
devotion, blessing will flow down 
into all the lowlands of your 
existence. 

Here let us use the Yosemite 

even more specifically than we 

have done hitherto to furnish us 

with an analogy. Of all the 

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heights that make the Valley in- 
comparable, El Capitan is the 
most unforgettable. And there is 
no one of us but supposes his 
knowledge of Spanish to be suffi- 
cient for translating the name. I 
was told, however, a while ago, 
that the popular translation was 
quite inadequate. 

" El Capitan," according to my 
informant, was the title given by 
the old padres to God. What was 
done, therefore, sometime in the 
undefined past, was the splendidly 
daring thing of naming this stu- 
pendous cliflf with the very name 
of the Almighty! How true the 
poetry of it! How fitting the 
suggestion! " God " ushers us 
into the temple of the Yosemite. 
** God " is our first impression 
upon coming in, our last impression 
on going out. 



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OR me personally an- 
other and most help- 
ful mental associa- 
tion has come to 
pass. El Capitan is 
to me not so much a 
symbol of God as a 
symbol of Christ, God revealed in 
man. In that unrivalled wall of 
granite, ascending perpendicularly 
three thousand feet above the be- 
holder, I seem to see humanity at 
its height, my own soul raised to 
its divinest potencies in Jesus. He 
is the Perfect Man revealed as a 
challenge to all of us imperfect 
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men. The heights of the Yosemite 
lead me to God, but they lead me 
thither by way of the God-man. 
El Capitan is my Captain, '* the 
captain of my salvation," the 
Christ. 

Many a Christian unfortunately 
has in his theology a Christ for 
whom this rugged, masculine, 
forthright rock would be an un- 
true symbol. He thinks of Jesus 
in feminine terms, or as a dreamy 
poet-artist. I, too, claim for my 
El Capitan Christ those softer 
qualities, but I find them bul- 
warked and steadied by a strength 
like the strength of a man. There 
is moss on the rock, but there is 
rock underneath the moss; and so 
virile was Jesus' manhood, so real 
his vision of truth, so sane his 
tenderness toward his fellow 
humans that Christ, the El Capi- 
tan Christ, becomes the lofty per- 
sonality whom every soul might 
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well install as the supreme human 
'' high place " in his spiritual land- 
scape. There is no allegiance that 
so exalts a person as allegiance to 
the Son of Man. " Men are all 
mosaics of other men," Henry 
Drummond used to declare. In 
the mosaic of my character, there- 
fore, I will ask the El Capitan 
Christ to contribute the main 
pieces and to determine the domi- 
nant color. 

II 

THE HIGH PLACES ARE NOT FOR 
RESIDENCE 

Having made of his life a minia- 
ture Yosemite by building round 
about it a circle of spiritual high 
places, the man has yet another 
truth to learn. And the Yosemite 
will teach him forcefully this second 
lesson. He must not expect to 
live forever on the high places. 
His life will continue to be on the 
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plain, but he must make the high- 
lands pour benedictions down upon 
the lowlands. 

When visiting the Valley to 
achieve a few of the heights, the 
tourist surely goes up to Glacier 
Point; perhaps he adds Eagle 
Peak; and if strength abides in his 
bones, he includes North Dome 
and Cloud's Rest. But who would 
think of camping all the time on 
one of these highlands and learning 
the Valley only from that point of 
view.^ No, the heights make the 
Yosemite, but we approach them 
from the Valley floor, and we bring 
back from them to the Valley 
floor the zest of far horizons and 
the tingle of the rarer upper air. 

In another way the heights 
serve us. They are the sources of 
the waterfall beauty of the Yosem- 
ite. The first question asked by 
our party as we entered the Valley 
and looked on Bridal Veil Falls 
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and the entrancing Yosemite Falls 
opposite was, Where does all the 
water come from? It comes from 
the High Sierra, from innumerable 
peaks and slopes and canons and 
glades seldom visited by the casual 
tourist. One hundred and eleven 
lakes on the higher levels feed the 
cascades and streams of the Yo- 
semite. And when I took my 
excursion into the remoter high- 
lands, still I found myself asking 
the question in Tuolumne meadows 
and elsewhere. Where does the 
water all come from.^ Ever the 
highlands back yonder are pour- 
ing their glacial streams down into 
the lowlands; and if their altitudes 
are seldom explored and their 
undying snowfields seldom trav- 
ersed, it is but the usual fate of 
the benefactor. Helpful ministry 
and obhvion have always been 
bedfellows. 

It is with the soul as it is with 
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this Valley. The highlands of 
exquisite and leisurely fellowship 
with books, thoughts, persons, 
cannot be abiding places. It were 
unwise to erect the three taber- 
nacles on the Transfiguration 
Mount. Religious exaltation of a 
high pressure sort cannot be per- 
petual for most souls. The en- 
thusiasm of the first discovery of 
spiritual reality must in the nature 
of the case ultimately flag. The 
experience of Christ cannot be an 
endless " hallelujah chorus " with 
a full organ accompaniment. There 
should be crescendos in the souFs 
career, but they by no means 
destroy the diminuendos, or make 
unnecessary the pianissimos. Abt 
Vogler mounts into the musical 
empyrean on the palace of sound 
which his skill erects, but at the 
end he has to sink back to the 
C major of our common life. 
Yes, but though Abt Vogler 
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comes back to the C major, he is a 
different and a nobler being be- 
cause he has tasted the ecstacy. 
The rapture makes the C major 
more intelligible, more liveable, 
more lovable. The task laid upon 
us who have visited the Valley is to 
tie up Inspiration Point in the 
Yosemite with an ordinary-looking 
schoolroom in San Francisco or 
Chicago or Boston. We should 
say a wedding service, uniting the 
thrill of Glacier Point and the hum- 
drum of a grocery store counter in 
Denver or New York. Out of the 
enthusiasms, the blisses, the breath- 
less appreciation of these won- 
drous days, we shojuld build a more 
loyal service to our fellow men, a 
more grateful devotion to God 
the giver of all this glory, a larger 
and purer inner life for each one 
of our souls. Thus the highlands 
will serve the lowlands, the message 
of the Yosemite will be learned. 
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NE memorable day 
I sat by the side 
of Yosemite Creek 
above the Falls. A 
twig swirled swiftly 
by on the surface of 
the stream. The bit 
of wood seemed like 
a prisoner caught in the countless 
riffles of green water that were 
sweeping it to its aerial doom. 
Suppose that same green water 
could think, what ought to be its 
emotions as it leaves the rocky 
bed along which it has been sliding, 
and plunges out into space through 
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nearly a third of a mile of vertical 
drop? Back in the highlands it 
was born in some silent bank of 
snow or ice; it has journeyed far 
through the wild grandeur of un- 
populated canons; it has known 
the sweet liberty of the impulsive 
mountain brook. But after this 
plunge through space it will come 
into the world of people. It will 
see houses and roads. It will flow 
through human civilization. It 
will be harnessed between the 
banks of a slow-marching river. 
It will find work to do of service 
to the social order. It will pour 
fertihty into grain fields, add juices 
to many a species of fruit, yield up 
its powers to turn buzzing ma- 
chinery, give Hfe to beast and man, 
and roll peacefully on toward the 
great sea, distributing its ministry 
all over the lowlands. 

Shall we not catch and use this 
parable of the Yosemite water .^ 
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Shall we not descend from the 
mountain fastness of this sublime 
chasm into the world of men, 
resolute to put into our living more 
of the stern, clean quahties of the 
highlands? When the sad day 
arrives that compels a farewell to 
the gray rocks and the white 
waters, the green meadows and 
the rainbow-tinted flowers, the 
wholesome trees and the plenteous 
ferns that spell out the altogether 
satisfying charm of this *' gorge 
of the great grizzly bear," — as 
your conveyance sUps down the 
Valley toward El Portal and the 
problems of hfe, perform for the 
sake of your soul this little ritual 
of affection: 

Look backward once again to- 
ward the ineffable kingly dignity 
of El Capitan. In that brave 
front of granite, high-browed and 
erect toward the sun, see with 
your imagination's eye a picture 
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of the Christ, challenging, inspir- 
ing, dominating, commanding you. 
See Him m-ging you into the thick 
of things with an apostolic com- 
mission to help bring His strength 
and purity into the world's Ufe. 
See Him boldly summoning you 
to join Him in resistance to all 
cheap compromise, all convenient 
insincerity, all lazy cowardice that 
masquerades under the name of 
tact. See Him inviting you to 
share His patience. His long-suffer- 
ing beneath the battering storms. 
His calm and unapologetic faith in 
the final invincibiUty of truth. 
See Him, the eternal, self-giving 
Christ, rooted deep in the earth 
but stretching His aspiring height 
toward the skies, — the union of 
the seer and the man of affairs, the 
fusion of the dreamer and the 
soldier. If thus, as you leave the 
Valley, the El Capitan Christ 
dismisses you with His blessing and 
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His imperatives, then you will 
bring into the everyday world a 
spiritual message from the Yosem- 
ite. You will become indeed a 
mountain soul, hke her of whom 
Katharine Lee Bates has sung: 

"A mountain soul, she shines in crystal air 
Above the smokes and clamors of the 
town. 

Her pure, majestic brows serenely wear 
The stars for crown. 

" She comrades with the child, the bird, 
the fern, 

Poet and sage and rustic chimney-nook ; 
But Pomp must be a pilgrim ere he learn 

Her mountain look, — 

" Her mountain look, the candor of the 
snow, 
The strength of folded granite, and the 
calm 
Of choiring pines whose swayed green 
branches strow 
A healing balm." 

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